The thunder, a rhythm beating
I hear my sister's heart
My beautiful sister
Silken raven hair crowns her head
Fierce eyes soft tender,
Each look meant only for the seer

Her skin golden cinnamon gently blushed by the sun's warm kiss
With in her a warrior's Spirit,
A tender touch upon her fingertips
Her hands craft from animals and earth
Using the craft of her hands well arrived
Her feet move her body in a time honored ceremony,
a dance

Soaring eagles her eyes see beyond sight
Strong bears her arms hold tight
Swift rabbit her feet move quickly to help others
Cunning Fox ever shroud
Wise owl willing to share Wisdom
She cries out to the moon,
the moon watches her shimmering silver face
gives light as my sister cries to her in pain

Within her there are many loves,
more sometimes then i can comprehend
Her heart is given first to her Grandfather next to her mother
Her family she calls them all by name,
her tribe

The fullness of time comes,
they all share her heart with their warrior
This warrior gives of himself,
she brings him precious gems,
little ones

A teacher she schools them to be like her and her warrior
Success stitched to her doe skin,
brightly colored patterns,
as her fawns follow her example.

My sister gives me the wisdom of her old ones...
she teaches me
Respect your land, be with your family,
fight fiercely, sacrifice everything for what matters,
love with abandon
My poor words do her no justice
Her people walked these paths long before me or mine
I am grateful I am allowed to walk along knowing you my sister.

~ AJL (AKA) Mayelle_McDohl ~
©10-20-01 AJL used with permission

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